Snippet #1380860

Another day has passed with another daily quarrel ending with the slam of the door. This time, it was not his mother who walked out the door which she usually did to meet up with her sly provider. Scott Townsend left the house with the worn out brown leather jacket that his father would come home with every evening and his favourite camera, one of the only things that was given to him by his father that his mother did not burn. The woman had gone on a frenzy the year her husband died, trying to move on. She had pulled out random items that belonged to him, letting them to lie in fire to perish. She had thought that it would help. Only that with every less thing to remind the both of them of him, became another thing that they would never see or enjoy, another thing to remind them that once things are gone, it would never come back. Which brings Scott's mother to keep her faith in the hands of drugs, paid with the money left behind and the insurance.

That routine event today brought Scott to the cliff that overlooked part of the city, a small isolate plot of undeveloped land that he and his father had discovered one day. From up there, he could see the sun running away from New York, sliding away onto another side of the world, to give light to another place and the thousand lights that switch on in every building in the city as it did. After a close to an hour full of stares and thoughts that bore into the darkening sky, he trodded down the cliff and back into the inner city.

He had no idea where to go now. He did not feel like returning home anytime soon. If he could, he would stay away forever but it was not a wise choice. A few minutes upon entering the pedestrian-filled sidewalks, he decided to get a drink from a bar that caught his eye. Scott was not much of a drinker, he did not like to have to depend on anything, unlike his mother and her drugs but it would pass his time at least. Walking into the bar, he saw the place slowly filling up with people and his instant thought was to capture the moment, like his father would always say.

After a snap from his camera, he slided into a booth where he patiently waited for someone to take his order. He watched as bartenders worked with their drinks and customers bustle with energy and laughter as they gobbled down their beers. Turning around, he saw a redheaded waitress walking towards his table and he could picture a photograph of the scene. Getting his camera and quickly snapping the sight he saw as the woman reached his table with a backdrop of happy and drunk people with their equally happy or drunk company.